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Low-hanging fruit

Tell me honestly that you don’t think the image looks like a huge dangling boob? RIGHT?

When I first saw it, I knew I had to post this pic up somewhere and expose all you filthy minds. The more I think about it, the more the phrase “low hanging fruit” makes sense to me now. Still sceptical? Go, look at the picture above again. Right?

Oh and just yesterday, I had an epiphany (I seem to get a lot of that these days). A stranger was walking in the opposite direction of me and she had a smile on her face while she was trying to beat the traffic light at the zebra crossing. When I saw her smiling, I grinned as well even though she wasn’t looking at me. That’s when I realised smiling is contagious.

That is why there is this phrase “Smile and the whole world smiles with you” (ok, technically I came up with this phrase myself years ago but hey, you have to admit it totally makes sense).

In that moment when our paths crossed, we unknowingly felt happier even though we have started heading into opposite directions. And we were just strangers. Think of all the lives you could have a positive impact on, especially if they were your family, friends or people you know… And all you have to do is just smile (or be happy).

See! I told you I was on a philosophical roll.

And I have met a bunch of really nice friendly, helpful people. I feel seriously lucky. One of them even said to me: “You have to mingle and socialise. If you want to get ahead in life, you have to start forming networks.”

PEARLS OF WISDOM. Are you busy collecting all these generous handouts? I don’t dispense these pearls all the time. Just so you know.

Mmm, I have been sleep-deprived these days. Waking up at 7am and sleeping at 1.30am for six days in a row? Exhausting.

Ooh before I forget, someone said to me earlier today that I looked like I was 22 or 23 years old. I nearly didn’t want to reveal my actual age when I heard that. Ahem. What? I like to take what I can still get.

But things got a bit awkward when she asked me to estimate her age in return. You have to understand that I’m your typical, blunt, “words can bypass my head sometimes” kind of person. I hemmed and hawed for a bit before I diplomatically said “25?” in my most hopeful voice. And she was crestfallen. Poor girl is only 22. (Psst… But she really looks much closer to 30.) Shhh… let’s keep this between us.

By the way, life was so much easier when SATC stood for “Sex And The City”, and not “Short Run Average Total Cycle”.